#((hope you feel better soon :)

[kitsiyo]

Hello! I apologize if this comes across as odd, but there used to be a piece of vent art that went along the lines of “I need to wallow a little longer/I’m not ready to let go of the sadness” is that still up? It’s been so dear to me all these years as well as other pieces, it has helped me navigate my own emotions and now I would love to show it to my partner as they are going through the same thing. If not, that’s completely fine and I understand! :)

Hi there, not sure if this is the one specifically you're referencing but it's the only one I found in my archive

May 8, 2017

[ghostinthetumbchine]

Oh no are people babygirlifying villains again?? Are they calling them pookie and fantasizing about giving them different stories?? Imagining what would have been their choices in different circumstances?? Oh you poor thing how will you ever stand it!

[binah-beloved]

Came to give my thanks for the binah looking after you while sick posts they are a nice reread though while being sick

you're welcome. here's more to feel better

no one would expect the hands of an ex-Arbiter to be gentle. perhaps ruthless, efficient, or brutal, but not gentle. yet that is exactly what Binah is when she tends to you, helping you sit up with a delicate touch and holding a teacup to your lips. her voice is soft and calm as always as she watches you sip, words of encouragement slipping out as easily as sorting the never-ending books on her floor, and she's so proud of you when you finish the whole cup, settling your head back down onto the pillow with a soothing hum

she doesn't leave you. once, she tried, having thought that you were asleep, only to be stopped by your hand grasping her wrist and weakly calling her name, breaking her seemingly impenetrable heart. so now she remains by your side, rubbing her thumb gently over the back of your hand and watching you rest. if nightmares ever cloud your mind, hazy with illness, she slips under the covers and pulls you to her chest, massaging your aching muscles and murmuring reassuringly into your ears. it's nice, as she not only gets to comfort and hold you, but also because you'll wake up to her fast asleep by your side, fingers still intertwined with yours

[ninebluehearts]

whiskey sick fic please 💗

Sure thing, babes! I hope you feel better soon 💗

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A stuffy nose? Easy. Sore throat? Annoying, but manageable.

A belly ache? For fucks sake, it's the end of the world.

There you lay, curled up on your bed in the tightest ball you could mold yourself into, hugging your stomach as deep, whiny groans escaped your lips, somehow making the pain quiet in comparison.

"The hell's goin' on in here?" Whiskey asked as he entered the room, immediately walking over to gently sit on the edge of the bed next to you, rubbing his hand along your arm.

"I'm dying!" You groaned out, prolonging the 'ing' until it became nothing more than a whine.

"Oh my. Now, don't you think that dying's a lil' dramatic, sugar?"

"No! You don't know my pain!"

Whiskey huffed out a laugh, standing up to rest his hands on his hips. "Have you had medicine yet?"

You shook your head, hugging your belly a little tighter.

Whiskey sighed. "Alright. I'll be right back."

You didn't want him to leave you at the moment, but you knew that it would only get worse if you didn't take something soon.

After what felt like a lifetime of waiting, Whiskey finally came back with an armful of supplies for you. "Alright, I've got your heatin' pad, a bottle of water, some Pepto-Bismol, peppermint gum since I know you hate the taste of Pepto, and I've got some water heatin' up on the stove so I can make you some tea."

Though it hurt to come out of the ball you were in, you slowly sat up so you could look at him, tears welling in your eyes. "You're so sweet, baby. You didn't have to do all of that!"

Whiskey dropped the stuff on the bed then kneeled down in front of you, reaching over to grab the medicine and beginning to pour the thick, pink liquid into a small plastic cup. "I can't let my sunshine hide behind all them mean ol' clouds all day, now can I?" He said, handing you the little cup full of liquid.

You shook your head, shooting back the liquid. Your lips scrunched up into a look of disgust, your hands beginning to flap around wildly with urgency. "Gum?"

Whiskey quickly pulled one from the package, unwrapping it before handing it to you, watching as you quickly slid it into your mouth.

"Thank you." You said with a relieved sigh, your chews loud and obnoxious.

Whiskey shook his head as he chuckled, standing up to finish getting you set up in bed.

Not even an hour later you were asleep, curled up against Whiskey's chest with a heating pad on your lower back, your tea now cold and lonely on your nightstand.

Though you hated belly aches, stuffy noses, and sore throats, Whiskey always managed to make you feel better.

[transgender-catboy]

@pandarson a Peeb for you?

[child-of-the-vast]

I'm not done with the Archivist, but... I found someone else to set free, too. Thanks for introducing us, by the way :)

What do you mean? What did you do? What have I done?

[acewithapaintbrush]

For @jellybe-gets-creative who isn't feeling well right now. This takes place just weeks after the finale. Mob is still getting used to not hiding how he really feels and Reigens immune system is pretty much out of whack after the beating he took. Of course also hints of SeriRei

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"Shishou, I think you might be sick." 

Reigen lifts his head out of the palm of his hand where he'd been resting it. Just for a second, just because… well… Just cause! He's the boss, he doesn't need a reason!

The man gestures with his other hand and ignores the way his elbow slides all over the desk. He really ought to tell the cleaning lady to go easy on the wood polish. He finishes his performance with a snap of his fingers that rings in his ears. 

"Whatever gave you that idea, Mob?" 

Damn his voice sounds scratchy. Kinda sexy though, right? Maybe? Too bad Serizawa is on a coffee run. 

"Your voice is scratchy." Mob confirms and lifts a finger for each new symptom he can identify. "Your face is red. Your nose runny. You almost fell asleep on your desk just now. I can hear the breath rattling in your chest. You gave Serizawa-san your own money for coffee and then didn't even tell him to ask for a discount. You-" 

"Alright, alright! Sheesh!" Reigen runs a hand over his forehead. His wet and hot forehead.

Damn fever.

He waves his hand in an attempt to distract his disciple from the sweat trickling down his temple and the tremor running through his limbs. That backfires pathetically when he loses control of his own movements and almost smacks himself in the face. Mob watches him with a face as unreadable as a stone wall. "All nice observations, but you are wrong. I'm perfectly fine." 

Ok, so Mob looks decidedly unamused now. But that's better than that vacant and guilty look he usually gets when Reigen's compromised immune system fucks him over. So still a win, as far as his Shishou is concerned. 

Mob lifts one hand. "How many fingers am I holding up?" 

"Where are we? Kindergarten?" 

Mob doesn't answer, just holds his hand up even higher. Reigen sighs and squints his eyes. This would be so much easier if the room would just stop spinning. 

"Seven." 

Mob looks at the three fingers he is holding up and pouts a little. "Shishou, how could there be seven fingers on one hand?" 

Reigen leans back into his chair. Deflect deflect deflect. "Just messing with you." Yep, that's all it is. "I'm fine, kid. Stop worrying so much." 

He feels more than sees Mob's shoulders slump. The boy turns away, defeated. But even before Reigen can properly ignore the heavy ball that settles in the pit of his stomach, Mob turns back around again, a determined glint in his eyes. 

"No. You are sick, Shishou. You'll go home and I'll cancel the rest of your appointments for today and tomorrow you will stay home as well and recover."

Reigen stares at the boy - no. 

At the young man. 

"When have you become so bossy?", he whines and laughs when Mob immediately flusters and tries to backtrack. The laughter sends a sharp pain through the base of his skull and Reigen stops pretending that everything is fine long enough to groan and bury his head in his crossed arms on top of his desk. He knows when he is beaten. "Fine. But I don't think I can walk home by myself. I'll wait for Serizawa, he can walk me home."

Maybe the man will carry him home. Straight into his bed. Not that Reigen would be able to enjoy anything in this condition but a man can dream, can't he? 

"Shishou." Mob sounds pained. "You are talking out loud again." 

Ah, shit! Having a mouth that runs a mile a minute might be good for talking yourself out of a pickle, but it's deadly when you are running a fever. 

Reigen lifts a finger without lifting his head. He doesn't think he'll be able to face his student for at least 24 hours. "You heard nothing." 

A hand softly pats his head. It should feel patronizing, maybe even make the headache flare. But all it does is sooth Reigen's turbulent and feverish thoughts. 

"Of course. Now rest." 

And Reigen does. 

[the-phantom-author]

school & work is DRAINING ME so need some brain rot abt hasan noticing you’re overwhelmed/what he’d do to help you🙏🙏

Hope school and work get better for you soon. 💙

A.) He would be asking if there is anything he can do to lighten the load. If it's just read some sections from you text book and take notes, to helping you write a report. He'll do it.

B.) He's picking more of the house chores, if you live together. There's never been a real set in stone division of work, but he'll start going around and doing some of the stuff you usually take care of. If you don't love together, then he's helping taking care of you place. He'll do a load or two laundry or a round of dishes. Whatever he sees that needs to be done while you're your work.

C.) He focuses alot on helping you relax at night, he prides himself on being able to get you to sleep soundly. He'd have candles light around the house instead of having the lights on, providing a softer alternate lighting, he have a bath drawn out for you to sit in for a while while you destress, he'd make you your favorite dinner.

[flowersforji]

take all the time you need c:

[polyamorouspunk]

Sleepover friday, I've been feeling generally junky and tired for the last couple days, and my brain is too foggy to think of what I can do to help myself.

Any ideas for a relax & reset day? (I hope you're feeling OK, it's really nice to have you back)

-🫐

I really enjoy coloring in my coloring book, although it usually destroys my back from the posture you have to sit in to color. Other than that I usually just sit outside and listen to a podcast or watch something or read. I like to play games or do other crafts (like color) while listening to my podcasts.

[twig-the-edgelord]

If it makes you feel better I also want you to be happy again

Those who cry together, burn down local office buildings together.

[rui-ayaki-lower5]

Continued from here

Rui on the other hand was quite excited about the holiday as any child would be. He sounded determined to play Santa and gift presents to his friends and allies, which unsurprisingly included you.

Rui felt bad leaving Kokushibo alone feeling as ill as he apparently was as he watched his superior force himself upright and then out of bed through the eyes of one of his spiders who was perched inconspicuously on the box. However being a germaphobe on a present-delivery-time-crunch he couldn't stay around to wait for Kokushibo to wake up and watch him open his present. He had placed the present as close as he could and hoped he would feel better soon.

Aside from the wrapping paper the only other clue as to what it could be is the box itself which is long and somewhat flat. A small movement out of the corner of one of your eyes catches your attention and you find one of Rui's spiders waving to you with one of it's tiny limbs as if saying hello.

@uppermoonkoku

[panda-of-the-trash]

Suffering, but I have my cat so everything is fine

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[gabbylovesreading]

Just found out u have covid, I hate this

I'm so sorry I hope you feel better soon I had covid like 6 months ago and i freaking hated it I was trapped in my room for about 2 weeks

[navybrat817]

Navy, sweetie, I’m sorry your Monday sucked! ❤️

However, I am glad that I didn’t suffer through one alone 😬 I spend the entire day with a headache so severe it felt like my brain was throbbing and when I finally got home at like 9 pm, my head hurt so bad that I didn’t even eat dinner, I just went to sleep 😭

I hope your Tuesday is a lot better than your Monday was ❤️��

I'm so sorry you weren't feeling well, lovely! I hope you feel better today. My day was a bit better than yesterday. Work has just been extremely busy (on top of other things), but two days down! Getting closer to the weekend. 💙

Love and thanks! 💙

[doodle-pops]

hi mina, i just wanted you to know your writing is getting me through the monthly ides rn ❤️

Oh dear, I do hope that you quickly overcome it and remember to find as much time to have a break 🤗. Happy to hear that my writings are assisting you 😄. Sending you hugs